@kexingzhu

Can you write something about each of the seasons? Here I lay, under the heating sun to watch the clouds above. The stillness in the air catches me— no breeze, just the humidity from around me. I stand up and walk, nowhere in particular, I just walk. I walk around the house, slowly at first; I take in the aroma of freshly mown grass as I hear the neighbors shouting in glee as they splash one another in their pool. I listen as the birds sing and the rabbits eat; as the deer walk through the woods and the bears [hopefully] sleep. I walk faster and faster with each trip ’round the house, getting my exercise in. I let everything fly past me until I collapse yet again to watch the clouds. I see dogs, rabbits, and shapes hidden amongst the clouds. I watch them as they slowly move through the sky, gliding as the air lies still; gliding as the air is riddled with humidity.

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